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::I am going to miss you like hell. I would reconsider, but would that lead me anywhere? But your adamant don't-go-ness has brightened many a day, because it's always nice to feel loved.
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Ah... I have mixed feelings about you, though. Sometimes a bit overbearing, sometimes perfect. What can I say? Too bad you'll be gone, too, what will I do in July?
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AH! Regrets.... Why are you no longer online, anyway? I still like you a lot. Maybe right now it would be impossible for me to see you in person, but I still value every second I get to talk to you online. And your enthusiasm... constant happiness... always encouraging. And I love feeling funny. Thank you.
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I hope you realise I get so damn concerned. But what can I do to help? And please... know you can count on me.
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I want to spend more time with you. You're awesome. So.. yes.
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Do you know how much I wish I was you? Such a perfect life, it seems. Maybe a few glitches, but do you even know how well-liked you are? How everyone wants to spend time with you over anyone else? I feel almost disliked around you, or put at second, but since you're so great, I almost don't care, because your personality makes me understand why. You're awesome. Stay that way.
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Go sit in a corner or at least just shut up, and save us all from your misery.
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Come over. Pick me up. Let's go somewhere. Now.
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Why do I feel like you're always fake-laughing, faking interest, pretending so much during our conversations? Admitted, we don't have as many as I would hope. But still... I wish you would truly be yourself.
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Get on a plane, fly here now, and let's go out for coffee and hit an artsy museum or gallery opening... or even movie premiere... something fancy, fun, and the type of thing to wear a beret and bring a paintbrush to. I would love to spend lots of time with you because you're so interesting, yet I can't get to know you much better, because distance is an issue. Ah, too bad... but still.
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I want to be a bitch like you can be. Somehow, for some reason, I admire that attitude, that attitude that says "I don't care about you, or anyone else; I don't care if anyone sees me with this attitude; and most of all I don't care what you think, because I am me, and that's how it is." My personality would never allow me to join the ranks of bitches. But I'd like to...
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So there are a lot of things I would say to people. Maybe I'm addressing this to you... maybe I'm not. Maybe you'll know I'm addressing you... maybe not. I wouldn't really say these things to people directly... it's just what I feel about them. So how's that? A bit of glimpse into Allison's thoughts.::

.:Arakatze blogged on 5/16/2004 10:54:00 PM:.
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